Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas
The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break
Before we get the four pounders, and their face off
The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are
Nas is a of the street corner
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street
always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat back
Love committing sins and my friends sell
This nigga raps with a razor, it under my tongue
The school drop-out, liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about
Before the BDP conflict MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the
Every day's a different that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man
a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam
Then the crew to get live too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it
your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!